John Spartan: Brake! Brake! Brake now, you Mickey Mouse-piece of shit!
Lenina Huxley: Let's go blow this guy.
John Spartan: Away! Blow this guy *away*!
Lenina Huxley: Whatever.
John Spartan: Where are they, Phoenix?
Simon Phoenix: Now where did I put them? I swear, I'd lose my head if it wasn't attached.
John Spartan: I'll keep that in mind.
John Spartan: I'm a seamstress? Oh, that's just great! I come out of cryoprison and I'm Betsy fucking Ross?
Simon Phoenix: What's this? Six of you. Such nice, tiny uniforms. Oh, I'm so scared? What, you guys don't have sarcasm anymore?
Lenina Huxley: Chief, you can take this job, and you can shovel it.
John Spartan: Take this job... And shovel it.
Lenina Huxley: Yeah?
John Spartan: Close enough.
Simon Phoenix: We're going to spend a lot of quality time together. See ya, sweetie! Honey! Sugar!
Simon Phoenix: I got passcodes, route to secret underground kingdoms, complete access to the industrial data grid interface, and I don't even know what that shit means.
Simon Phoenix: I'm going to need about five or six more special men. And, I just so happen to have a list. You see, I wouldn't want you to defrost any of those mad dog killer types, you know what I mean? And, none of them mother fuckers from New York. They're...too uptight.
Museum computer: The magnetic accelerator gun, the last produced handheld weapon of this millennium, displaced the flow of neutrons through a non-linear cycloid electromagnetic accumulator.
Simon Phoenix: So, what? It needs batteries? What size?
John Spartan: Look, Huxley, this isn't the Wild West! The Wild West wasn't even the Wild West! Hurting people's not a good thing! Well, sometimes it is.
John Spartan: You're going to regret this for the rest of your life. Both seconds of it.
Chief officer: Damnit John, I'm tired of this "demolition man" shit. You are not supposed to come down here, you are not supposed to arrest Phoenix single-handedly and you are not supposed to blow anything up!
John Spartan: Is it cold in here, or is it just me?
Simon Phoenix: Good memory.
John Spartan: I'm gonna go down there, I'm gonna find Phoenix, and I'm gonna put him in a hurt locker.
John Spartan: Send a maniac to catch a maniac.
John Spartan: Bad aim, Blondie!
Simon Phoenix: Spartan? John Spartan? Aw shit, they let anybody into this century! What the hell you doing here?
Answer: Spartan didn't have authorization to go in and apprehend Phoenix to begin with. Depending on the time and manner of deaths of the hostages, it may have been impossible for the authorities to determine that they were already dead before Spartan went in guns blazing, so it would be determined that he was criminally negligent in their deaths. Whatever Phoenix had to say on the matter probably didn't even factor into Spartan's trial.
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